All Chapters of My Possessive Alpha Wants Me Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

—HADESI jolt awake, my heart racing and my breath coming in short gasps. I throw off the blanket, my skin slick with sweat, and my wolf, Hills, is on high alert, sensing my distress. I hate these nightmares, these shitty, recurring blasts from the past that haunt me every time I close my eyes. I thought I'd finally overcome them, but they linger, refusing to be extinguished.I toss off the covers and get out of bed, trying to shake off the lingering fear and anxiety. The morning sun is still visible in the sky— proof that I haven’t slept more than an hour. Despite the nightmares, I feel a sense of optimism, a sense of renewal. And I know exactly why - yesterday with Jasmine was incredible. It was an unexpected turn of events, but it did what it needed to do. It reminded me that life is full of surprises, and sometimes, those surprises can be— Jasmine.I walk out of the room, trying to clear my head, trying to process my emotions. I don't know why I took so long to mark Jasmine, t

—JASMINE._I let out a startled shriek as one of the maids yanks the corset ropes with a bit too much force, causing me to wince in discomfort. The dress I'm wearing feels like it's being squeezed to life, and I can't help but feel a bit irritated."Sorry," the maid whispers, her voice barely audible, as she continues to tighten the laces.I sigh and resign myself to the process, allowing her to do her job. It's already six pm, and I'm getting prepped for the party. After skipping breakfast and lunch, and spending the entire day cooped up in my room, willing the hours to pass faster, the awaited festival has finally arrived.With a final tug on the corset, the maid steps back and surveys her handiwork. I glance in the mirror and barely recognize the person staring back at me. The dress is stunning, but it's tight and uncomfortable. I have decided to go with the silvery one and it suits me best.I take a deep breath and try to shake off the feeling of unease. It's just one night,

—JASMINE.-As Hades approaches, Denzel's grip on my arm tightens, the book of his elbow digging into my crane like vice. I can sense his unease, his uncertainty, as he attempts to assert control over the situation. "What is the meaning of this?" he demands, his voice firm but laced with a hint of trepidation as Hades comes close to us.Hades' entourage, comprising Ezra, Logan, and Xavier, fans out behind him, their eyes fixed on us with an unnerving intensity. Ezra's gaze flickers when he sees me, a fleeting moment of recognition before his expression turns neutral. Logan's eyes narrow, his jaw clenched, as if he's struggling to contain his emotions. I can sense the tension emanating from them, the unspoken questions and unresolved issues hanging in the air like a challenge.Hades' smile grows wider, his eyes glinting with amusement, as he takes in Denzel's hostility. "What is the meaning of this? Is that any way to greet a guest?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his to

—HADES contd.I take Jasmine's hand, and we make our way out of the party, leaving the noise and chaos behind. I'm seething with anger, but as I glance down at Jasmine, I feel a surge of protectiveness towards her. Holding her hand always feels good, but tonight it feels especially right. Her hand is soft and delicate in mine, and I find myself not wanting to let go.As we walk, I can see the panic setting in on her face. She looks frightened, and I know it's because of the necklace she's wearing. I want to remove it, to take it away from her, but I know I need to focus on getting her to the wearer.We arrive at the main pack house of the Bluemoon, and I storm inside, my anger and frustration boiling over. The servants who are unfortunate enough to not go to the party but working inside become startled, looking up at us with a mix of fear and wariness.Jasmine immediately steps forward, her voice calm and soothing. "Guys, please don't be frightened," she says, her presence seeming to

—JASMINE-I'd be a liar if I said I am not glad Hades is here, holding me, consoling me, and assuring me. What would I have done if he hadn't shown up and taken that horrible necklace from my neck? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. That thing scared the freak out of me and gave me even more reason not to trust anyone here. Anna was the kindest person I thought I knew, and look where that got me. I almost became a puppet, a mere pawn in Denzel's twisted game.And I'm scared, scared of how they'll manipulate Enora too. She'll have to follow Denzel's orders because we live here, and that will become a problem. I know Denzel has been cooking up something with her, and I fear for what that might be. He's been spending too much time with her, whispering in her ear, and I can sense the darkness brewing.I know I said I couldn't trust Hades, but he's seriously the only person I can trust right now. I'm just being stubborn, refusing to admit that he's the only one who's shown up for